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Boomerang
03:59
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something unquiet finds me this morning
a restlessness
I want to go, I want to be elsewhere
but here is nice, too
I'm not afraid of anything; I've learned that
but static gets sticky over time
the longer I stay, the more I want to stay
but I don't want to want to stay
and I don't want to go away
some inquietness resounds
and I reach beneath my feet
and strain to hear the sound of some language I don't know
in some far-off place I want to go
and wake up a stranger
and go to bed in love
and practice taking changes to stay unafraid of change
to change into something fearful
I be quiet, stick around
I'm not searching for an answer
I'm just trying to hear the sound
of waking up in foreign languages
stammering around brokenly
saying things, but mostly emanating
effervescent sounds
I touch the ground beneath my feet
I'm stepping on my hands
can metaphors make meaning last?
can paper tear down something that is built outside of words?
will comfort keep me coming back?
will strangeness mellow in my bones?
can something distant take me home?
I know nothing
is as quiet
as staying, so I'll go
but the flow of standing water's so conducive to what grows!
but it grows dirty! it dries up and then
where are the tadpoles to go?
in spinning plates, in balancing tables
here my thoughts go round and round
like a bird soaring in circles
down
I peck the ground beneath my feet
it makes an awful sound
I pick up dirt and fling it southwards
and it comes right back around
it just goes, without a sound
it just goes and comes around
it just goes...
and comes around
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Misplaced Affection
03:19
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misplaced affection finds me
staring into too many pairs of eager eyes
finds me the thrilling object of
too many limerent sighs
I can't help but
fall into
open arms that reach for me
I can't help but
fall into
warm bodies that beat for me
making someone love is easy
but making love is hard
when I so much want to touch a heart
but it wants to own my soul
making someone hurt is easy
but that is not my goal
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Here on the Edge
02:42
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here on the edge
teeter with me
let's fall off one side of the earth
land on the other
day here, let's seek the night
fall out
of time
keep me with you as it's ending
somewhere safe where we can drink from the collapse
give me one of your hydrogens
breathe me
for all I can give, I can give you no water
bone dry, but I'm fighting
to outlive the Winter
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4. |
Sightsong
03:02
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western medicine
please fix my vision
tell me what to see
what prescription's right for me
when I can't read a face
I don't know how to act
reactions all mismatched
doctor, we gotta fix that
please replace my corneas
with transitions lenses
soon I'll forget how bright the sun can be
counteract these cataracts
before I go blind as a bat
and make all colors stay
within their truest, realest lines
please exchange my irises
for instagram filters
cause everything looks prettier that way
point lasers through these windows
these windows to my soul
retinal perfection is my one clear goal
night-time and it's time for lullabies
time to take this plastic off my eyes
doc, it's not that I forget to take them out
I just wanna see what I'm dreaming about
please find me a saline solution
to my problem of macular pollution
please grant me some faux-clarity
for to mend a myopic reality
correct this astigmatism of mine
to fit this stigmatic design
align my visionary positions
to those of what-ever omniscient optician
someday I'll wake up blind
no sense of space or time
no, I don't understand
but I know it's unwise
all these doctors in my waking eyes
night-time and it's time for lullabies
time to take this plastic of my eyes
but doc, I'm young, and my blood vessels are still plenty
and I just wanna dream in 20/20
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Emily And Buenos Aires, Argentina
tengo muchos sentimientos y muchos discos con pocas reproducciones
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